He welcomed it and then licked the juice off my fingers. I smiled and then put my fingers in my mouth too; so I could lick up the rest of the juice of... my fingers. I could see that he had raised his eyebrows a bit when I did that. I continued to feed him. He in turn did the same. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the whip cream canister sitting near the other side of the blanket. I love whip cream, so I leaned over in the other direction and got the canister. I shook it up, removed the cap. " She almost collapsed and probably would have if not for the three ladies and the younger one who had called to me from across the room finally reached us.My hand shook all three ladies paws in turn, as they fussed and chatted up with me. My grandmother silent and white as a sheet behind the small crowd, she stared at me with a unreadable face.When it was time to go, I leaned in and gave my grandmother a quick hug - and whispered, "Don't be late grandmother dearest."She came home to find all. I like the ones that are artistically represented by a well-known woman artist, resembling some kinds of flowers. Orchids seem to look like the delicate parts of a woman’s welcoming place.The woman who owned the first pussy I ever experienced wasn’t the prettiest, didn’t have the biggest tits, but set a lifetime standard for me. Melanie was my brother’s girlfriend at the time and he convinced her, rather easily as I look back, to take my cherry. That first time I didn’t pay much attention to. I heard her gag a few times when Tyler was too rough, causing Dean's cock too far down her throat, yet she never complained and I knew she was loving every minute. I desperately wanted to jerk my own cock at the sight before me but was unable to do so. This frustrated me but at the same time, my helplessness was a turn on. Dean was sitting back on the sofa, his hand on Katie's head and his eyes closed. I could tell he was close to coming and then with a groan of pleasure, he pushed Katie down.